Bathed in the fading light of a summer’s eve, two cyclists trace a winding path through emerald fields, their silhouettes framed against a sky ablaze with molten gold and crimson. Billowing clouds drift from cool cerulean to warm amber, the shifting hues echoing the day’s quiet surrender to night. The textured brushwork of the meadow shimmers with movement, catching the last glints of sunlight as if the earth itself is exhaling in contentment. This is a portrait of return – of journeys taken, of companionship unspoken, and of that unhurried hour when the road bends gently towards home.
